YOU GUYS YOU GUYS. The fabulous Cassandra Gillig made this mashup of Wallace Stevens’s “Puella Parvella” and Nas’s “Represent” for me because I backed the Big Lucks Kickstarter. Because, natch, Nas is my favorite rapper and Stevens is my favorite poet so why wouldn’t you put these two badasses in an auditory room together and let things bounce around?
Anyway the results are awesome and Big Lucks is awesome and Cassandra is awesome and I hope she puts out an album of these mashups someday.
Now let’s all be quiet and listen.
if u want 2 hear more mashups u can go here 2 my bandcamp
if u backed our kickstarter requesting a mashup, yrs is likely coming 2 u soon <3 :)
“I was still chained to a truly pitiful caricature of myself and my bottomless existential despair, when the Literature Prize of the Free Hanseatic City of Bremen came. It was not the prize itself that saved me from my emotional, indeed my existential catastrophe, it was the thought that the prize money of ten thousand marks would enable me to get my life under control, give it a radical new direction, make it possible again. The prize was announced, the amount of the prize was known to me already. I had the chance to do the most sensible thing with the money. It had always been my wish to have a house to myself, and even if not a proper house, at least walls around me within which I can do what I want, permit what I want, lock myself in if I want.”—My Prizes by Thomas Bernhard (via muumuuhouse)
“I believe in art. We can’t have truth, because truth is so difficult. But we can have beauty. My obsession is to give to you something different. When civilization ends, Greece, Egypt, India—the only thing that endures is art. A country that does not have art despairs. War is not beautiful. Banks are not beautiful. Architecture used to have a lot of style, not anymore. Religion is not beautiful. Politics is not beautiful. What is beautiful now? Tell me. What is beautiful now?”—
you dwindle my high
you don’t mean to
you don’t notice
but I snap back into myself
my outfit, plain
the usual truth
you can picture it
this evening I’m uneasy
fix me or leave me
I can have fun by myself
I was having it before this
I was loving the world
more than animals love the world
I was feeling the way roads feel
you’re always talking about your neighbor
she must have a great body
you set your attention on things
and they shimmer in the light
in the dark of your attention”—"my high" by Rachel B. Glaser / Pop Serial #5
Sal came home to a bathtub full of knives and his girlfriend Maryanne beside it, stopped in his periphery, waiting for a reaction. The image was alarming at first — knives, multiform, stacked lengthwise to the brim of the bathtub, these sharp things, in as intimate a place as the bathroom — then accepted by Sal as some established other thing, ordained by Maryanne or whatever, some custom or procedure for which he would have to recalibrate and feign interest. Except he didn’t know where to start. His confusion, his not knowing how to act or seem, and his standing there, quiet, beside Maryanne, for too long, it felt, would begin again the panic. He couldn’t tell if Maryanne was presenting him with something she had arranged on purpose or accusing him or asking him for help with something, and he didn’t know whether he should be amused, angered, or afraid. He wanted to be the right one. He had to investigate and he had to start somewhere. “Why is the bathtub full of knives?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I mean, I put them there but they were sent here.”
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